Unproper Grammar: And just went I thought I was going no where with this story, this popped up. I shall be wrapping this up in a couple of vignettes, anyways.

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Ce Matin La

(That Morning)

Part II: Sharpay

Sharpay Evans thought herself to be a good person. Sure, she hit some snags in the road and yeah, she sabotaged a few auditions in her time. And maybe she had tried to steal someones boyfriend more times than she could count, but that in no means made her a bad person.

And even if it did, who were they to judge? She thought about these things harshly that morning, running a brush through her long, thick blonde hair.

"I love your hair," he had slurred softy, drunkenly. And despite the fact that she knew he didn't mean one word that he said, didn't mean one action, didn't mean to touch her in the way that he did; she didn't care. This was all that she wanted, all that she needed.

And she had finally got it.

She had wanted Troy Bolton since the first day of ninth grade, wait, no; longer than that. She had wanted him when she saw him at their orientation, golden hair and blue eyes sparkling, laughing joyously.

Sharpay had never been a very cheerful person, preferring drama and conflicting emotions over happiness, but there was something about the way he laughed that made her want to bottle that happiness, to save some of it for herself.

The only way that seemed possible was to have him. And she never seemed able to get that and that bothered her. So like every challenge that an Evan was placed with, she faced it head on, and every time it seemed she was making just a small bit of progress, Gabriella would fall upon the scene and screw everything up.

But not tonight, no, no...not tonight. Tonight, Troy had been putty in her hands. It had been so easy, so simple. He was drunk enough and he wanted nothing but her.

There's bruises on her hips from where his fingers pressed into her flesh a little too hard. They hurt and they're ugly, but they're a reminder that she hasn't gone so far off the deep end that she imagined the whole thing.

She looked in the mirror at her plump lips and honey skin. She was a sight to die for, and she had just had an amazing night with a boy she was in love with desperately. So why didn't it feel good?

She should be delighted. She should be writing on every wall of her every girlfriend on her Facebook, begging them to call her so she could share all the details.

But all she really could think about was the disgusted look on Ryan's face when she fell in the door at six fourteen AM. She had left Troy before he awoke, hoping to leave him wanting more. She grinned upon seeing Ryan, but he shook his head at her and left her alone.

And she felt sick. This wasn't really something she ever thought she was capable of, now that she actually thought about it. But she lived each day so that there were no results, and she was in no way making this one of them.

She was Sharpay Evans and dammit, she loved herself.

She just wished Troy would, too.